The Rock n' Roll Spirit of John Goodman (Is In Me): Archive

Goodbye.

Sorry, Tumblr, I thought you would be so much more than what you actually are. It’s unfortunate that I leave you now but I don’t regret it and doubt I will.

Apr 12th

PROOF THAT COFFEE ROCKS

I wrote and FINISHED an entire story today, killer timing. That’s two so far this week, am pumped and hopefully I can get another done by Sunday. Before then I have to prepare for Bunch of Bands, going to kick ass. Speaking of which I wrote and FINISHED an entirely new song FOR Bunch of Bands and eventually The Velveeta Underground (Concerts), and hopefully everyone else in the Rock and Roll...

Mar 30th

HERE IN ONE MILLION YEARS

There are probably a few reasons why I’m down here, toes crinkling in the sand, little flecks digging in the spaces beneath my nails. There are almost definitely a few reasons why I’m here, more than few, the bubbles up and down my neck, sneaking around like impossible insects, remind me that I shouldn’t be here, but I am. I am and there are more than a few reasons why I am here, I am sure of...

Mar 27th

“Is it depressing that I got super excited when I got 1 new follower?”

– sadlyfe

Mar 25th

Mar 20th

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THE SOUND OF THE TREES AND PASSING CARS

I took the drive alone. I searched for a good place to watch the moon make its pass and think about the street lights that swelled and died every time I drove under. I thought of how scared she got when she talked about them, curled up in the backseat in a dreamworld, in a place where tennis balls fly over the darkest clumps of trees imaginable. In those places- when Sam says things in my ear...

Mar 20th

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saturn by night

Camping with the team, the one that dreams. Something in that is funny, I hope. Three days and two nights. The highway there gave me chills, made me feel trapped by the metal shapes moving back and forth, little commanders inside screaming and banging on the dashboards when I wouldn’t get out of their fucking way. Everyone around me was so loud, so angry, singing, punching the ceiling, away...

Mar 19th

: STREET LIGHTS, PART I: →

unetentativedecrire: Just stay. Just stay. Just stay. Just stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Come back. Turn on. Turn on. Turn on. Turn on. Please turn on. Just stay. Just stay. Just stay. Just stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay. Come back. Turn on. Turn on. Turn on. Turn on. Please turn on. Just stay. Just stay. Just stay….

Mar 16th

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when and where are they?

We turned onto the highway going far too fast with the lights out, every light. The dashboard was wiped clean, my face, the windows grimy and the thought of a deer leaping from the shadowy trees that lined the thing hovering between our ears. At least mine. Beside me he was foot to the floor, aching for more, a baseball bat and tennis ball in his trunk and a hill far away on his mind. He got there...

Mar 16th

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Mar 13th

hmm

“That guy stole my camo hoodie and threw it out the damn window, I just spat some and went inside to take a shit.” The Sears Tower is now known as the Willis Tower. My aunt looked up at the vaulting rectangles and it made me think of Fountainhead, “the Japanese bought it up I’m sure.” My other aunt agreed. “I thought it was the British.” “Maybe...

Mar 13th

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where birds don't fly

It was a short plane ride here, mostly a blur of awkward avoidances on the moving walkways and marginally attractive stewardesses who broke smiles per minute records on a daily basis. Still, bar the untidy men with beards and no suitcases lurking in the bathroom it was a smooth transition from KC to Chi-town. I’m still unsure if I’m allowed to say Chi-town. A friend named Andrew and...

Mar 12th

Ben un re-pete fer dayz nao.

Mar 11th

canyon

Sam. Brendan. Michael. Kat. I. We all went to a park today, one of the big parks, the long ones with forests and farms mixed in with housing projects and stagnant pools of gasoline. We drove an hour to get there, the roads were blocked like martial law in the suburbs. I kept my face out of the wind. We found a tower with others on it. When we climbed it we looked up and said hello to these new...

Mar 11th

freedom and

Lying in a mud of blankets rank with the stench of musk and forgotten dreams I peer out the window sill where between the shades is the one streetlight for three blocks that hasn’t gone out yet. When I pass by them they seem to go out like they’re waiting for me and making my steps seem more dramatic, like an opera that a girl I knew once spoke of. She said to see one before I die, put it on a...

Mar 10th

Mar 3rd

be back soon

I’ve been feeling lost lately, like I’ve lost a sense of direction in my head. I’m in the car right now, the others are watching one of those terrible animated comedy shows in decline. There is so much snow, so much. After a long week of the sun and the grass this is so alien, like everything’s been drenched in white paint, big buckets of watered down semen dumped on us all. They make too many...

Feb 25th

returning home

You see, I fell off my bicycle and found myself in Sweden. Then I flew away to the Chinaland. But the soil was too rich there and the rice too thick and so many men carried me back the way I had flown, across a bridge of boats that spanned the nineteen seas and then three more. I flew atop their backs and lived a short life as a man floating on men. I was no king but I knew the...

Feb 25th

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